I Wish I Was an Avocado Mousse

Oh, to be a rich addictive dip! Subtly
spiced, accessible – in high demand –
soft enough to slip on melba toast –

voluptuously thick enough to boast
about – to grandstand on a cocktail
table in the middle of a chic soirée

full of extravagantly hot grandées
for whom I’d be an aphrodisiac –
the last transgression to which

they’d succumb before they left
to you-know-what each other numb.
Dressed with fresh Wisconsin cream,

the juice of Spanish limes, a touch
of kosher salt and Indonesian pepper –
oh, the hubba-hubba I’d inspire –

oh, to be right at the center of desire!
For that I’d gladly suffer sacrificial use.
I wish I was an avocado mousse.





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